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Friday, January 23, 2015

I will
be on an enforced vacation from the internet for a while, not because I want to
be but because priority dictates. I have
bills to pay and unfortunately having a place to live, something to drive, and
food to eat trumps having cable television and the internet for the moment. So I am cleaning up loose ends, answering
comments, reading blogs, and writing this.
I might have been able to come up with something truly inspired and
creative today for this prompt at the BAR like some magnificent story that
would you begging for more. Unfortunately,
I got nothing! Instead, I choose to tell
it like it is.

What will I be doing instead you wonder? I have several plans to keep myself
busy. I plan to play my keyboard, bake
bread and goodies, and continue to knit the blanket I have been working on
forever. Someday I might just get it
done too! Watch me! I have several books
I would like to read that I have been putting off for a while…and well rest
assured I can always find something to keep myself occupied with from running
my kids here to there and everywhere to organizing and compiling my never
ending pile of recipes! So I bid you adieu, au revoir, until we
meet again. I will be back before you
even begin to miss me!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Tourney time
at the bowling alley with my mates and I was having a top night. Beer flowed freely, the laughs contagious. No one’s laughing now. Our fate: a never
ending night, unbelievably cold, and the slow, inevitable death of everything
everywhere.

Monday, January 19, 2015

In
2015 I haven’t really made any writing resolutions to speak of. If anything, I have made a conscious effort
to at least post every week and write something as my interest in the hobby
seems to be waning a bit.

Last year I made a New Year’s resolution
only because a writing prompt more or less forced me to name one. I did, and as fate would have it, I failed
miserably. I mean with the goal of
laughing more and worrying less as a resolution, what could possibly go
wrong? Well stupid me! Life stepped in and shit happened giving me
plenty to worry about and little to be happy for. By December I had sunk into such a deep pit
of depression I found it very hard to truly look forward to Christmas in any
capacity which has never really happened to me before in that degree. Therefore, I am kind of against making goals
of any sort. I live each day one day at
a time and am thankful on the most part I got through each one with my
sanity. Living life as it comes seems
to work for me and I believe helps to keep the stress level to a minimum.

Setting goals and not meeting them is
depressing so I tend to avoid that exercise.
I try to expect less and then when I get more I am happy, and being happy
is key.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

It seemed winter
would never come. November became December,
and still snow evaded. If only snow had
floated leisurely from the sky, if only the temperatures had plummeted, then
perhaps I could have been a little more inclined to get into the spirit of
Christmas. A white Christmas wasn’t to
be and soon the New Year dawned.

Once
the holidays were a memory, the snow arrived, the wind chill factor became a
daily concern, and barely into the new semester, snow days were inevitable and
midwinter break was officially lost. And
so winter begins; now, I am longing for spring.